Mom would always quote:
“If there’s nothing nice to say…”
So, I’ll leave it there.
Venue: house, in the kitchen we are painting (beer and painting go well together)
Review/notes: Okay, there’s nothing nice to say on this Mother’s Day (which occurs in March in England) about Mom…except that she’s probably not rotting in Hell, the non-existence of which was one of our few points of agreement.
[DT =Daily Tipple, explained in DT #000 here]